I have one question,
now answer well:
Will you be my queen
in hell?
Just you and I
against the world.
Scratch that, plus two:
a boy and girl!
Our mountain palace
above the flames.
Just past earshot
shrieks of pain.
We'd soundproof walls
so we do not hear.
Hold dinner parties:
good laugh and cheer.
Affluent neighbors.
Of course of course!
And vacation in some
fine resorts.
Don't read the news.
That isn't true.
We left that when
we said adieu.
To that gory lifestyle
the suff'ring pain.
Blackjack, the casino
of Death, his game.
We left that casino,
we struck it rich.
And ran for the hills
above all it.
To enjoy our comfortable
mountain perch.
Live and enjoy
for all that's worth.
I watch my parents,
the king and queen.
And happily ever after
is make believe.
It's not that they
did not teach me well.
They paved the way to
success in hell.
But this base address
I can't abide.
I cannot stand it.
I won't reside.
Others more gritty,
and jaded much:
"To live in hell,
you must be tough!"
No doubt. No doubt.
I do agree.
We need to be tough,
but I'd rather be free.
But perhaps I'm just
more greedy than most.
Some infants take comfort
at mom's approach.
Still others by jingling,
shiny prize.
Not me, kept wailing.
I cry and cry.
I don't like this place,
I want to go home.
An inheritance of transient
flesh and bones.
Those brokers
peddle mountain homes.
And to win one,
gamble all you own.
I have one question:
now answer well:
Are we meant to resign
to reside in hell?
I had a queen picked out,
she'd prob'ly tell me yes.
And the mountain perch
which to contest.
The dream was there
within my reach.
I did not grab it:
it's make believe.
So what about a palace
above the din?
I'd rather exit
and not return again.
Don't try to placate me
with some corny prize.
I beg for exit,
I cry and cry!
But an exit is
what they do not know.
And wand'ring from place
to place I go.
Why gamble on
a mountain perch?
The exit
was my primary search.
But the exit was shut
by lock and key.
And good fortune
pointed it out to me.
Others just wail on
through the night.
Unable to change or
resolve their plight.
The hopeful gamble
all they own.
Hoping to win
a mountain home.
Myself,
perhaps,
more foolish than most.
Uncomforted by mom's approach
Unsatisfied by jingling prize
On and on I used to cry.
I have one question
now answer well:
I have a secret,
today I tell.
From the moment from
the grace we fell:
Would you love to see,
an empty hell?
